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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl
Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)
Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)
Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".
Content: Brandon.
ao3 turns 16 today.
reblog if youโre older than archive of our own
pumpkin!!
Happy Halloween! Devil ghost crop ๐ค
when you're sick and the water starts tasting like Water
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
โจ๐๐october won't be a shit storm๐๐โจ
like to charge, reblog to cast
COD Headcanons #7
Johnnyโs being weird
(A Ghoap Teen!AU - Part 2)
Johnnyโs being weird. He wasnโt answering Simonโs texts and heโd skipped chemistry (the only class they had together) and when heโd kicked open the side door leading out of the gym at lunch Johnny hadnโt been there either. The fuck was happening?
A lot of people genuinely believe that permanent disability isn't a thing that happens to good people who work hard and make responsible choices. A lot of people genuinely think that we get the life we work for and deserve. And this is definitely part of the explanation for why ableism is so prevalent
Yep! Itโs ableism as promoted by Western religion. That way, you are squashed under their thumb (not Godโs, by the way) and in turn made into the perfect follower of the church.
โIf I have X itโs because I didnโt do A, B, C well enough. Or, perhaps Iโve done them too often! It seems to change all the time depending on what preacher man wants. If I sign my willpower and life over to a higher power, maybe my disability (read: suffering inflicted upon you by demons for not being a good enough sheep) will lessen!โ
Itโs so fucking violent and itโs so fucking sad.
not me planning my next fic update right before ao3 goes down for a century
ao3 will be down for 20 hours on 9/26
Rude for it to be on Joel Millerโs birthday. TBH.
i truly use this site in a fundamentally different way from many others sometimes i'll see someone in the tags of a like very serious and politically consequential post they reblogged going "#ummmm hmm i think i disagree but i didn't read the whole thing ๐ญ #don't mind me just going to shut up and reblog for now #processing bucket #serious stuff tag #a kissaroo from me to queue~" and it's like looking at a new bug under a rock
๐๐ข๐ฆ๐จ๐ง โ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญโ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฒ โ โ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐จ๐คโ
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซโ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐: ๐๐ข ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐. ๐๐ฌ.: ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ & ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง.โ
๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ
๐ ๐๐: ๐ง๐จ๐ง๐
Simonโs never been home much. Between employments, missions, his usual, everyday routine, heโs never managed to squeeze in time for cooking something nice for himself. Simonโs been living in take-out boxes, or TV dinners scattered around his living room, only to eat their leftovers the next day.
Thatโs all he knows. All heโs been taught. Perhaps, thatโs why heโs so fond of you, too.
Heโd brought you over once after a night out together, though youโd declined several times out of politeness.
Upon arriving, his cheeks reddened slightly as you took in the sight before you:
The room was a quiet chaos of convenienceโcrumpled takeout bags slumped on the counter, their grease stains bleeding through the paper like forgotten memories. Boxes of half-eaten TV dinners lay abandoned on the coffee table, their plastic trays congealed with cold gravy and mashed potatoes that had lost their will to steam. Empty soda cans rolled under the couch, and the faint scent of soy sauce and microwaved meat clung to the air, stale and tired. It looked like someone had been living off the remnants of quick fixes and lonely meals, the kind you eat with a fork in one hand and the remote in the other.
Your eyes finally strayed from the mess, meeting his again.
โโฆIs this how you, a literal elite lieutenant, live?โ
You asked in disbelief, but didnโt let judgement bleed onto your tone, you werenโt one for that.
Ghostโs mouth gaped open as if heโd wanted to say something, but he closed it, having thought better of whatever he was about yo say.
โUh..well Iโm a man of convenience.โ
Heโd replied. He had this way of always having something to say, no matter the situation heโs in, no matter how ridiculous his reasoning is.
โThatโs no excuse for a man like you, Si..โ
You spoke, your voice soft, taking that little scolding tone you always had whenever you pitied him.
He wasnโt quite sure wether he liked it or not, having you pity or care about what he did, after all, he was an adult, he knew his way around. But God, if your soft, almost maternal gaze on his didnโt make his heart bleed.
โTell you what,โ โ you continued, voice shifting to a more optimistic, persuading tone.
โIโll teach you how to cook something.โ
Teach him how to cook? What was he โ a child? Needing your help to do his โchoresโ? His mind was already brewing the counter argument, but you caught it before he could speak.
โSomething simple. Not too difficult but enough to get you to stop living like a divorced father.โ
You added, and just to make sure you got under his skin, you placed a warm, encouraging hand on his arm, knowing your skin on his was a slight blind spot of his.
โI meanโฆโ โ he began. โ โI could use some actual food, but nothing crazy, yeah?โ
Again, he tried to be casual about it, but he was glad someone had offered to โpull him out of his miseryโ and teach him something so simple as cooking.
So, thatโs how you ended up like this:
In his kitchen, your slender, precise hand on his, chin on his shoulder as you look over to the sizzling black pan on his stove, trying to make pasta and tomato sauce.
Simon almost looks frightened as you help him stir the tomato sauce on the pan, small droplets of the hot liquid popping up and off the pan, almost hitting your skin.
โNow, for flavour, we add garlic and olive oil..โ
Your soothing voice teaches him, but he looks down, slightly uncomfortable at the pan, and you notice.
โโฆEarth to Simon?โ
โWha โ oh, yeah, yeah garlic or olive oilโฆโ
He sighs, back in his Michelin-chef headspace, tightening his hand on the spatula.
Youโd already cut up the garlic, small pieces of it on your hand as you gave them to Simon and he plopped them in.
The air was rich and warm, heavy with the scent of garlic sizzling in olive oil, sharp and comforting all at once. Tomato sauce simmered softly, sending up waves of sweet, tangy fragrance, its richness deepened by herbs and a slow bubble. Steam from the boiling spaghetti carried a soft, starchy warmth, wrapping the room in a cozy haze. It smelled like home, like something simple and good was coming together on the stoveโa meal made with care, and the kind of hunger that starts just from breathing it in.
โNow Simon, after thoroughly stirring,โ โ you explain โ โ we pour the sauce onto the pasta and gently fold it in, making sure is evenly spread out.โ
He followed your instructions step by step, after all, if you were going to teach him how to cook like youโre his mother, he might as well do it right.
Later on, Simon stared at the plate of pasta in front of him, carefully prepped and served to him by you.
The pasta was arranged in a soft spiral, sauce speared perfectly by his very hands, the hands that up until then were ordering take-out for the fifth time this week. A small basil leaf adorned on top of the pasta, just for adding to the effect of appearance.
โBon appรฉtit.โ
You mused, your tone playful and sweet at the same time.
โAnd the best part is, you made it.โ
He looks up at you, an undeniable but sheepish smile gracing his lips, not only proud of himself for finally doing something as trivial but crucial as cooking, but also so bloody grateful for having you in his life, who made this all possible, without even having being told, but out of the kindness of your heart, the one he so badly wanted to nurture.
๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ! ๐๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ โก(หอ หอ )
โฆand I, myself, want to be indispensable to you.
I need you to need me, itโs as basic as thatโฆBecause I am more possessive that you will ever be, and because there are things that I canโt replace.
fffffuuuuUUUUUCCCKK
โฆand I, myself, want to be indispensable to you.
I need you to need me, itโs as basic as thatโฆBecause I am more possessive that you will ever be, and because there are things that I canโt replace.
fffffuuuuUUUUUCCCKK
Imagine being such a fucking loser that youโd facilitate and participate in a harassment campaign on tumblr dot com
didn't they make a cartoon about those two